Chu Qing sat on that grindstone throne.
His back was ramrod straight.
A dense series of explosions crackled from within his spine, as though someone were constantly lashing steel whips inside his body.
Buzzz—!
Behind his head.
The phenomenon of the Thirty-three Layers of Heaven slowly turned.
Each layer of Heaven looked like a real world freshly dredged from a sea of blood.
At the center of each rolling tableau, a pair of suns and moons rose.
Sixty-six celestial bodies.
Thirty-three blazing suns spat tongues of golden fire, while thirty-three cold moons flowed with ice-blue karma.
Golden light and blue radiance intertwined.
The viscous Gray Fog stretching ten thousand miles in every direction evaporated in an instant.
A scorched smell.
It was the scent of space being forcibly baked dry.
Chu Qing raised his right hand, his fingertips rhythmically tapping against his thigh.
His left eye reflected the blazing sun, while his right eye mirrored the cold moon.
This extreme alternation between heat and cold made every inch of his skin tremble violently, Purple True Blood surging through his veins like lead and mercury.
Balance.
This feeling was fucking incredible.
At this moment.
At the highest point of the great hall.
The void split open in a straight line.
A man in a spotless white robe stepped out.
He wore no shoes.
His bare feet stepped through the void, and with every step, a golden square grid formed beneath his soles.
Absolute order.
The man held a platinum judgment staff, its tip pointed at Chu Qing.
His face was as flat as a blank sheet of paper—without pores, without emotion. Only dense golden characters flickered within his pupils.
The Chief Judge.
The highest enforcer of the Chaos Sea's legal web.
"Variable Chu Qing."
The Chief Judge spoke, his voice layered